I think you're working and learning until you die.

And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs.

Ginny, listen... I can’t be involved with you anymore. We’ve got to stop seeing each other. We can’t be together.” “It’s for some stupid, noble reason, isn’t it?

Depression isn't just being a bit sad. It's feeling nothing. It's not wanting to be alive anymore.

Hello, Harry" said George, beaming at him. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones." "You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, also beaming. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you.

Harry found the [tea]... seemed to burn away a little of the fear fluttering in his chest.